My Chem Classmate and The Girl with The Perfect Midterm

Diane was the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on. She had raven black hair, olive colored skin, and stood 5’11” tall. Her slender figure was model-like, with most of her weight carried in her height, not her girth. I was smitten with her the moment I saw her in General Chemistry class, and I knew I had to get to know her.

She was sitting in the front row of the classroom, and I took a seat to her right, trying to play it cool and not let her catch me staring at her. As we went through the semester, we would occasionally share an eye-roll at another student’s question or the size of the homework load given by the professor. But I wasn’t making any progress with her, and I was starting to feel frustrated.

One day, the professor announced that one student had scored a perfect 100 on the midterm exam, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that it was mine. Diane noticed too, and gave me a rather unfriendly look. I quickly flipped my exam over so the other students wouldn’t discover that I was the reason their average scores wouldn’t be adjusted upward.

“So, did you get lucky or do you really understand all this stuff?” Diane asked when we were walking out of class.

“I understand it,” I said with a half-grin. “Sorry about the curve.” Diane pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled her phone number on it. “Here, call me later and we can figure out when to meet at the library to study.”

We started studying together, and soon Diane was inviting me to her apartment to study. Her roommate Megan was a brunette with a athletic build, and I couldn’t help but notice how she would often watch us study together, her dark brown eyebrows raised in interest.

“I’m pre-med,” Diane said as we studied. “C’s are not going to get me into med school. Would you be willing to study with me?” I couldn’t believe my luck, and we started studying together every day.

As we spent more time together, Diane started inviting me to stay over at her apartment, and I would sleep in her bed while she went to the gym in the morning. I thought it was just because she wanted me to get a good night’s sleep, but in hindsight, it was obvious what was really going on.

One night, as we were studying for a lab quiz, the rain started pouring down outside. Diane suggested that I stay over, and I agreed. As we were packing up to leave, she walked over to me and said, “Who said anything about a couch?” I looked up at her, and our eyes met. We both stood up, and kissed passionately.

We kissed our way to her bedroom, and as we broke off our kiss, Diane put a finger across her lips and said, “Shh. Megan’s asleep.” We tiptoed across the dark room, and I followed Diane into her bed. We kissed and kissed as she unbuttoned my shirt and kissed over my chest.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” Diane whispered as I sucked on her nipples. I moved to the other nipple, and she moaned loudly enough that Megan stirred in her sleep. I rolled to the side of her and gently caressed her stomach, arms, and chest with my fingertips.

When she regained her composure, she rolled on top of me, kissing all over my upper body. Diane then undid my belt, opened the buttons of my jeans, and with a bit of my help, got me out of my jeans and boxers. Straddling my knees, I could see Diane’s beautiful form above me as she placed both her hands on my shaft and rubbed up and down slowly, teasingly.

“Take me in your mouth,” I whispered. Diane’s body jerked a bit, and she sat up. “Um, I’ve never done that before.” I reassured her that she didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, and she nodded. She lowered her mouth to my hips, and gently kissed the head and even licked a bit around the corona.

As she blew me, a thick line of her saliva made its way through from the base of my cock, up my stomach a bit, and was running down my side. I was eager to cum, but at the same time, I felt like I hardly had time to appreciate that I was the first guy to get a blowjob from this gorgeous 19-year-old girl.

Megan was lying on her side, watching us. When she realized I was looking at her, she snapped her eyelids shut and pretended to sleep. I decided not to mention it to Diane, and fell asleep with her in my arms.

As the days went by, Diane and I continued to sleep together, and Megan would often watch us. One morning, after Diane had kissed me goodbye and headed off to the gym, Megan got out of her bed and slipped into it with me.

“I’m on the pill,” Megan said, as she pulled at my boxers and exposed my hardening member. Megan’s wet pussy slid into place over it, and she rubbed up and down my cock with her warm wetness. I couldn’t help but grow harder.

“Megan, I’m,” I began to protest, but she put her hand over my mouth. “I promise not to tell.” With that, she removed her hand from my mouth and put it between her legs, grasping my wet erection.

Megan put my cock in place and sat down on it. We both gasped. She was tight, every tight…and as soft inside as silk. I started to buck my hips a little to fuck her, but she pushed more of her weight down on my hips.

“Stop. Just lay there,” Megan cooed. Her pussy tightened around the bottom half of my cock, gripping me like a fist, and then relaxed and let me go. Again Megan tightened around me, gripped me, and released me.

“Does that feel good?” Megan asked.

“Interesting,” I answered truthfully. I had never felt anything like it in my life. It was not intense, but not unpleasant. It felt good, but not overly so.

“You don’t mind if I take care of myself too, do you?” Megan asked.

“Would you prefer some help?” I asked.

“No, I’ll just touch myself like I do when I watch you with Diane.”

Megan’s fingers danced across my hard length, her saliva-coated touch sending shivers down my spine as she sat atop me, her inner muscles flexing with each deliberate movement.

“I love watching you focus,” she whispered.

Her fingers moved in a hypnotic rhythm, grab, hold, release, grab, hold, release, each stroke drawing me deeper into the vortex of pleasure.

The tension built, a tingling sensation spreading from my cock to my testicles, and up through my stomach, until I was poised on the edge of an orgasm.

Megan’s pace quickened, her inner muscles contracting and releasing in a rhythmic pattern that threatened to push me over the edge.

And then she let out a scream, her vaginal contractions and spasms sending me tumbling into the abyss of pleasure.

I came hard, my body convulsing as I pounded into her, my teeth numb, my vision blurring.

“What the…?” I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Kegels,” Megan replied, her voice husky with pleasure. “Diane works on her looks, I work on my skills.”

I stared at her, shocked, as the reality of the situation dawned on me: I had just fucked my girlfriend’s roommate in my girlfriend’s bed.

“Shit,” I muttered, my face hot with embarrassment.

“Relax,” Megan said, her voice soothing. “We have plenty of time, and you won’t need a towel.”

She slid up, and I felt the cool air of the room on my cum-covered cock, my body still trembling with aftershocks.

Megan smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she spread her labia and began to work her Kegels again, her pink opening pulsating like a camera aperture.

“There’s a reason I only kegeled you,” she said, her voice low and husky, as she moved to my balls and began to lick them methodically.

“I’m good at keeping things secret,” she whispered, her tongue tracing a path across my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

She worked her way up my penis, her tongue coaxing me into hardness once more, and I felt a few extra drops of cum escape, pooling on my stomach beneath my belly button.

“If you get into my bed tomorrow morning,” she said, her voice husky with promise, “we can mess up my sheets.”

Megan kissed me on the cheek, her lips soft and warm, and said, “Go back to sleep,” before returning to her own bed.